“Why were you so upset about that text Luke sent to everyone?” Couldn’t even attempt to dodge that question or deflect with humor, because I hadn’t just been upset. I had been livid. Still was. I wanted to shove that phone down his throat. “Was it because you thought it might be true?” Her forehead crinkled. “Did you think I would do something like that?” “No, not at all.” I fumbled inwardly, trying to find a non-pathetic way to phrase it. “I know you can handle yourself, but it triggered something protective in me. You’re one of my favorite people.”
